Friday, July 26, 2013

Special Guest - Em Petrova

When writing erotic romance, I often search for new
ways to excite the characters as well as my readers. I thought you might enjoy
this information! Here are some things he’d like to hear in the sack.

His
name:
Let your man know you’re not fantasizing about David Beckham (even though you
might be) by saying his name. Punctuate it with a few “ooohs” and moans. It’s a
good way to ease into dirty talk, which will light his fires!

Fantasies:
What’s
said between the sheets stays between the sheets, right? So let loose! Maybe
you dream about having sex in a new place such as the kitchen or the backseat
of the SUV when the kids are at the sitter’s. Maybe you’d love to introduce
toys or a third partner. Talk about your fantasies during foreplay and see if
some of them don’t come true!

Action:
Tell
him what he’s doing makes you…[insert dirty line]. For instance, “Oh, Brady,
your fingers there are making me so hot.” If swearing isn’t your style, try
some romance novel words like “pulse, swell, or throb”. The characters in my
erotic romances don’t hesitate to vocalize this way—and it’s especially fun
when I have a heroine who has less inhibitions than the hero. Just think what
might happen if tell your lover how he makes you feel!

Encouragement:
Everyone
wants praise, whether it’s your puppy who finally didn’t mess on the floor or
your kindergartener who’s learned to read. Your mate is no different. He needs
those positive strokes too. For you erotic romance readers, you know the hero’s
praise ratchets up the heroine’s desire. And the heroine’s praise makes the
hero feel needed and loved. Take a cue from some of those characters and offer
encouragement between the sheets and see if he doesn’t work harder to please
you!

Dirty
Phrases: Simple phrases like:

“oooh, harder”

“Right there”

“Don’t stop”

Go a long way in the bedroom (or office cubicle or
restaurant restroom!). Don’t skimp, but overuse these phrases and you’ll sound
like you’re making an amateur adult movie!

Make it fun by vocalizing! I’ll leave you with a
passage from my latest Loose Id release SLICK RIDER.

Blurb:

Physical therapy assistant Lilly’s job is to keep rodeo star
Juss Rossie off his injured leg and from using his bad shoulder to rope more
buckle bunnies. Trouble is she wants—just for once in her life—to be one of
those rodeo gals who gets the cowboy. Pushing him to the limits of his therapy
will take some creative maneuvering, and she finds he responds in the yummiest
ways.

Juss hates like hell to be laid up with injuries and off the back of a bull.
But being at the mercy of therapist Lilly is torture—especially when she gets
in the pool, on the mat, or crawls into bed with him. Can he recover from her
mind-blowing advances without losing his heart?

EXCERPT:

The bell for room four
pealed for the third time in a quarter of an hour. Lilly Hall whirled around
and glared at the light flashing over the door. The normally quiet alarm
sounded like a gong in her head.

“Bed four
needs something, Lilly. Don’t keep your patient waiting,” her fellow physical
therapist assistant Katie said with a grin. Short-staffed as always during late
summer. Everyone went on vacation and left the physical therapists to answer
call lights.

“He needs
something all right.” A kick in the
chaps—bound and gagged. The insufferable cowboy was driving Lilly’s
patience to the brink. If she heard his country drawl one more time, she was
going to do something very bad. Like hog-tie him with a resistance band.

Juss
Rossie, star of the rodeo circuit, was injured and on her turf. He was
everything Lilly had dreamed he’d be—his game was smoother than aged whiskey
and every hard inch of his body spoke of the power and control he exerted over
the bulls he rode.

Now he was
confined to a sling and a splint after taking a fall from Bushwhacker, one of
the meanest, ugliest bulls on the Professional Bull Riders Tour. Juss had
ridden it for seven seconds before he was flung off laterally, tearing his knee
and dislocating his shoulder and popping several ligaments. They’d brought him
in gritting his teeth in pain, refusing to take any pain meds. The first thing
Lilly had done was help hold him down while a nurse administered a big fat shot
to his tanned butt cheek.

Yes, he
was wonderfully tanned—all the way to his toes.

And
horribly infuriating.

The light
over his door kept flashing. Having a long shift with a frustrating patient
made Lilly grind her teeth and remind herself why she loved physical therapy.
For two more weeks she was stuck with him in this private rehab center.
Unfortunately, Juss Rossie had assigned himself to her every waking moment of
those two weeks. Money could do that.

If she was
being honest with herself, she’d admit she was like a cat in heat for the
panty-drenchingly-sexy cowboy. How many times had she watched him on the
Jumbotron being jerked all over the place and wished she could mount a man with
that much skill?

As a
physical therapist’s assistant, she often traveled to the arena with Doctor
Paddington, who personally saw to several of the riders. She’d never seen Juss
up close and personal before though. She would have remembered those steely
biceps, corded forearms, hard chest…and the hat he would have worn dipped low
over those smoldering black eyes that went with a blacker reputation.

They
called him Slick Rider because he’d started out riding broncos, and it was
rumored he liked to ride bareback. Actually, his reputation was that he
preferred everything bare.

A tingle
ignited between Lilly’s thighs. She contained the urge to squeeze them
together. Getting hot and bothered at work was a pitfall of hanging around so
much muscled flesh. An almost constant parade of rodeo riders visited this
private center.

Lilly
hadn’t ever dated a cowboy, but it was on her bucket list. Still, not one of
the cowboys who had visited the center had ever lit a spark in her. She’d spent
half of last night dreaming about being with Juss—bent over, pinned beneath
him, and riding him.

The last
image had finally awakened her, and she’d had to finger herself to get relief.
Taking control of a powerful man like Juss was a dream she’d never forget. But
the reality paled in comparison to her fantasies.

“Lilly,”
Katie warned when Lilly continued to ignore the flashing light.

“Jeez— All
right!” She burst through the door of room four.

He lay
there like a tanned god. Long, sooty lashes framed gorgeous chocolate-colored
eyes that melted every woman in his vicinity. He always wore a goatee, but
since coming here he’d trimmed it extra short. Probably because he’d injured the
shoulder of his dominant hand—his left—and was forced to use his right.

Her heart
squeezed at the sight of his lazy smile. “Glad to know my money is employing
the most attentive staff available,” he drawled.

Insufferable man. Fucking gorgeous,
yes. But insufferable.

A crease
lived between his dark brows, and his mouth was drawn.

But those eyes—there’s something
deeper there than he lets on.

She leaned
against the door and stared at him. “How’s your pain level on a scale of one to
ten, according to that chart?” She gestured toward a mint-green paper taped to
the wall, sporting ten faces in various stages of distress.

“Ten,” he
said, his eyes unwavering.

“Is that
so? I’m sorry to hear it. One would think a big strong cowboy who gets hurled
off the backs of two-thousand-pound beasts could handle a little postsurgical
pain. Ah, no matter.” She came forward, withdrawing a pen from her pocket but
concealing it in her palm.

He waved
her away. “Get out of here with that syringe. Damn, girl, you’re a wildcat.”

“Let me
show you my claws.” She grinned and uncapped the pen with her teeth.

Realization
sparked in his eyes. He leveled his gaze at her. “You gonna try to pump me full
of ink for my pain? Try it and you’ll be sorry, Whiskey.”

She jerked
to a stop. Confusion settled in her mind, but warmth tightened her belly. He
had a nickname for her?